One of the disadvantages of summer, along with heat, sun, melanomas, hordes of tourists, roses that smell, birds that twitter all hours and scantily clad ladies, is the unsociable hour of sunrise. I had to peel myself from the double bunk at 0500 this morning to make a headlong dash up the hill to get this snap. Rupert came and visions of a rabbit for breakfast quickly disappeared in the undergrowth. He seemed happy enough with his usual biscuit after all.